"And I agree with Susie," he replies as he also nods. "Geralt and I didn't exactly have options. You do." He chuckles when he realizes something. "Although I guess that's kind of funny considering you're currently at a strip club. Mayhaps I should join you one day and sing The Witcher's Third Sword."
Susie doesn’t love The Wolford, but she understands that it’s a regular gig for Midge and that Midge needs regular money coming in. It’s working out for now.
She pauses in putting on her mascara and furrows her brow. “Is that a dirty song?” she asks.
Sorry, laughing pretty hard again. Call it revenge for Jaskier not getting the bush joke.
"Witchers have two swords, dear. This is a metaphorical song about the hidden third one." He winks at her in the mirror - yeah, it's a song about the witcher's dick. "Whores charged witchers extra out of fear and bigotry. So I wrote a little something for the brothels."
Here goes the laughter again. Jaskier can't help but leave the bed to crouch next to her, resting his hands and his chin on the armrest of her chair.
"Curious, aren't you? And here I thought you took a good look at him in my garden." He's not judging her, his tone is light and teasing. "Yes, Midge, it's as big as the rest of him. It can't pass diseases or get you pregnant, so honestly, whores should've given him discounts. Alas-" A sigh as he shakes his head. "That's the power of bigotry for you."
Midge glances at Jaskier crouching next to her and her cheeks flush from something other than the sun. She’s picturing it now, and tries to replace the image with Jaskier.
“Way to make it sound ideal,” she replies. “Fortunately I’m pretty partial to yours, diseases and all.”
The grin growing on his lips could almost split his face. Oh, he loves her reaction.
"You're picturing it, are you not? You're so cute when you blush." That grin is replaced by a pout with her next comment. "Oi! I'm perfectly clean! I haven't had a rash in years!"
"To be fair, it should be my turn to be your nurse," he says as he stands up and kisses the top of her head. He speaks again when he's back on the bed. "It was a miracle that I didn't send my cold to your children."
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He wrote that one for the brothels, oops.
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She pauses in putting on her mascara and furrows her brow. “Is that a dirty song?” she asks.
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"Witchers have two swords, dear. This is a metaphorical song about the hidden third one." He winks at her in the mirror - yeah, it's a song about the witcher's dick. "Whores charged witchers extra out of fear and bigotry. So I wrote a little something for the brothels."
Sorry so late, had a thing at work tonight
She can’t help but ask the question. Surely Jaskier has seen Geralt’s… third sword.
no worries!
"Curious, aren't you? And here I thought you took a good look at him in my garden." He's not judging her, his tone is light and teasing. "Yes, Midge, it's as big as the rest of him. It can't pass diseases or get you pregnant, so honestly, whores should've given him discounts. Alas-" A sigh as he shakes his head. "That's the power of bigotry for you."
And then I missed this notif. Can’t win.
“Way to make it sound ideal,” she replies. “Fortunately I’m pretty partial to yours, diseases and all.”
hugs and pats
"You're picturing it, are you not? You're so cute when you blush." That grin is replaced by a pout with her next comment. "Oi! I'm perfectly clean! I haven't had a rash in years!"
Which means he did have an STD at some point.
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“You’d better be, considering how many times we’ve fucked without a condom.”
Everything seems okay, fortunately.
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